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The rain stopped... leaving behind a refreshing morning and the smell of wet soil. Trenn woke up wrapped comfortably with his blanket, but sadly alone. Even if he had that awesome moment with Kayamu in the last morning, he avoided talking about sex again, and the garif seemed not that interested about the subject. It was not the time for them to sleep together. At least not yet.

But he was really interested in trying again as soon as possible. Also, he wanted some answers, and not only regarding sex.

He exited his tent, and was not surprised to find Kayamu already wakeful.

"Do you ever sleep?" He asked, playfully, approaching the other tent, walking by the thin stone path free from the mud.

"A few hours are enough. Four, usually. But if I'm really tired, I'll sleep much more." Was his answer.

"How much is this 'much more'? You mean, when you're exhausted, you sleep about...?"

"Almost an entire day, if necessary."

"Ah..." yes, the garif would always surprise him.

"There is food inside." The clawed hand pointed to the inside, to all the food disposed in a clean table cover, except it was on the ground, like a picnic. The hume sat on the ground, picking a bread and cutting a slice of cheese, while the garif caught a few nuts, putting it in his mouth under the mask, making a strong crunching sound. Surely there was a strong jaw under that mask.

"I know I can't touch the mask... but talking about it is some kind of taboo?"

"No. It's not a problem."

"When did you get it?"

"Our first mask is received the day when we're born."

"You mean... you use masks your entire life? No one knows your true face?"

"The only ones who see the faces of the newborns are the accoucheuses, or healers. Sometimes, not even the parents know the face of their children."

"And you just keep changing masks as you grow?"

"Yes. The new ones receive the same markings the others already had, and new ones can be added. We only take it out to clean, putting it back just as quickly, and always alone."

Something was terribly weird for Trenn. "Do you... know your own face, Kayamu?"

This time the garif kept silent. The hume understood he would not answer this question, at least not yet. It was hard for him to understand a culture that different from his... but maybe it was not a matter of understanding. He could at least respect the other, if there was no damage or suffering on that habit. Things were that way, he heard from the other. The man changed the subject, when the silence became unbearable.

"This cheese is incredible! I've loved it from the first day, and I've never tasted something like this in any land!" he said, devouring the sandwich.

"It's made from the nanna's milk. There are lots of nanna in the bigger villages. I was planning on taking a trip; we're running out of a few goods." The reply was calm, and Kayamu didn't seem offended by his last question about the mask.

"Is it a long travel?"

"A whole day afoot."

"Can I go with you?"

"I'd ask you to stay, and watch over the place."

Trenn knew Kayamu probably had another reason to ask him to stay; certainly he did the same trip before through the years, leaving the huts completely alone... but he was not there to argue. Maybe he could do the trip with him in the future.

"Alright, I'll wait."

"There will be enough food for these two days, and..."

"Hey, don't worry! I'm not a child. I'll find my food." Trenn smiled, pleased with the kind concern. "But don't you want to rest there at least for one day? Why take this long trip to come back so quickly?"

"I'm used to it. I'll rest when I'm back."

"If you don't use money... how do you get these goods?"

"Exchanging. I'll bring with me a few of my own products, from the garden. I can help with some tasks, and a few workers owe me a thing or two." Kayamu ate a slice from a big apple.

"And when will you go?"

"In a few hours. I want to come back before the rain fall again. The rainy season is not over yet, but if I leave now, I can make this travel in better weather."

Trenn knew Kayamu could guess the weather better than any captain he met, and he met a few in different ships and ports. He was right, of course.

He realized that he would feel... lonely. He was already used to the garif's company, even if it was a stern, distant, and mostly silent company. He was a constant presence, and a sign of security.

After the meal, Kayamu started his preparatives: he harvested the garden, putting the vegetables and fruits in big sacks, and the herbs and spices in portions, tied with a thin rope. He looked at the different fish he had hanging from the ceiling outside the hut, but shook his head.

"What's the problem with the fish?" Trenn asked, noticing his move, when putting the third sack with the others.

"It's not cold enough to make it fresh until the end of the trip, and I don't have much time to spice it properly."

"Don't you have any salt?"

"I plan on getting more when I'm there."

"Well, they will be a little heavy, but... I can make them freeze for the travel. The ice will be perfect if you get there in less than one day." Trenn offered.

Kayamu stopped what he was doing, to look at Trenn, in silence. The mask was just as blank as usual, but the hume could read a quizzical look, or 'aura' around the other, and that made him smile.

"I can use Magick. Well, I'm not skilled in fact. I can barely work with Thunder, and I'm plain terrible with Fire, but I can do Blizzard. It's the only thing I can do well." He disposed the fish together, cutting the ropes, and making a compact pack. With almost no effort, and taking the advantage of the fresh and humid weather, he launched blizzard, freezing instantly all the food in front of him.

Kayamu approached, and touched the now stone-hard fish. "I didn't know you could do that. It's very interesting."

Trenn was a little proud. "It's black magick, usually for offensive purposes. But it can be useful in different cases, too."

"Thank you. I'll take the fish with me." Kayamu said, wrapping them to protect the ice, and keep it cold.

"Don't worry. It won't melt that soon." Trenn said.

Soon, everything was ready. The sacks were reunited in a small cart, just a bit bigger than a wheelbarrow. Kayamu would pull it himself, not even slightly worried with the exertion. Trenn watched the garif pick different clothes, adequate for the travel, with his greaves and armbands; he then started undressing from his other clothes, and when he got completely nude, the hume made his move. He hugged the other from behind, passing his hands over the smooth chest, the strong abs and the furry sides with both affection and lust.

"Can I... ask something before you leave?" he asked, adjusting to tiptoe, so he could get closer to the garif's ear.

"Yes. But I fear we don't have that much time for what you will ask." Kayamu answered, giving up the clothes for a moment.

"I'll be here by myself. It's just a little thing. Your people don't know about 'quickies'?"

"Quickies?"

"Yes. Do you always take that much time to have sex? Do you never try something more swift, or in a hurry, so you don't get caught?" Trenn teased, almost whispering. His hands now traveled down, and for the first time he could feel the other's ass. He squeezed Kayamu's butt; It was not that big, but very firm. The way he liked it, in fact. He was a bit more curvy himself, but he always liked the manly type.

"Yes. Sometimes we do it quick. It's an... incomplete thing, but still pleasing."

"Incomplete? You mean you don't finish it?"

"We ejaculate, if that is what you're asking."

"So why is it incomplete?" Trenn asked again, brushing his lips on the ear before his face. It trembled, moving by itself.

"It tickles." Kayamu said, moving his head a bit to the side. Trenn loved to know that. Really loved; that strong beast could be ticklish, and that was awesome.

"You could say we have different types of ejaculation. And orgasm."

Trenn was fascinated by this class of garif's sexual behavior, and the complete relaxation of his teacher. "So, you can cum by different manners."

"Different durations of the intercourse, and different stimulation. Humes are not that different, right? You can ejaculate by the stimulation of the member, other sensitive parts, and even inside the anus."

"But we don't have a sheath, a piss hole that big, or a knot that can make us go crazy." The young man's hands traveled to the front part of Kayamu's body, touching the furry part he mentioned, before resting them at his groins, stroking lightly the area. He was not sure if it was the touch or the mention of his organ, but he felt the garif adjust his position between his arms, as if changing his weight from one foot to the other. "I bet there are more differences..."

"Indeed."

"Can you tell me more about these differences? I'm really interested. Also, tell me how can you be touched like this for this long without being not even slightly excited, while I'm already rock hard with my cock just touching you leg through my pants."

"I am excited. My member is not exposed, that's all."

"Can you control it? Is it voluntary?"

"Almost. I can keep my member inside the sheath for some time, but if the intercourse takes too much time I'll get too much aroused, and at least the tip will get out, for it will be too big to fit inside."

"Can you control your pleasure, too?"

Kayamu hesitated before replying. "No. I can't control how aroused I am, or when I'll reach an orgasm."

"If you're excited enough, and teach me how to do it, can I make you orgasm again really quick? So you won't waste too much time... and I won't need to keep a painful boner until you come back. I promise something better and much longer for your return, if I have your permission."

When he brushed his fingers along the sheath once more, Trenn felt the member more rigid within it, and the knot starting to bulge at the very base.

"I... will allow it." Kayamu said. His muscles were already tensing, as if he was nervous or even afraid of something. "But I'll ask again: I won't let the knot get out yet."

"Fine." Trenn conceded. He was curious to know what was that big problem regarding the knot, but he was getting what he wanted, little by little. Maybe they could talk better in another moment. "I'll try to make you blow still inside there, if possible. Sounds like fun. Let's get to your bed."

The man headed to the bed, making the garif recline there. He had a good vision of all his body. He reached for the member with his hand, stroking and squeezing it with his fingers, feeling the shape of the cock inside it, and the texture of the hard hair. "Try to keep it inside there as long as you can."

"I will."

Damn... he's hot when he's submissive like this. But he would make a good dominant, too. I'll have my time to test both.

"I can go a little enthusiastic... do you mind?"

"Only if you mind my... reactions. I can't control everything. My body can act by itself at any moment." Kayamu said. He seemed embarrassed, and worried.

"I'll love that." Trenn grinned mischievous, and approached his face at the other's genitals. The scent was wonderful as always, a strong musk from a wild creature, a bit animalistic and sweaty. He passed his entire face around the area, feeling the fur tickle his cheeks and nose, while his chin touched the balls. The legs were flexed by

I promised to make it quick... but it's so hard to resist playing with this big boy!

With one hand, he got the still forming knot, and started squeezing it, specially the area just at the base, eliciting and immediate response, a sharp breathing from the garif.

"Tell me, what can make you blow quickly, my dear?"

Kayamu hesitated again, but another squeeze on his knot made him lose his line of thought, and let escape a guttural noise. "The the area you're touching is very... - argh!- sensitive..."

"I can tell..." Trenn said, moving the area with a strong rhythm, while the bulge was getting visibly bigger.

"The insides are very... susceptible too."

"You mean... up your ass?"

"Yes..."

"Oh, my! Why didn't you say that early?" Trenn exclaimed. He inserted his finger in his mouth, covering it with his saliva; he knew that nice herbal decoction would feel much better, but they had none of that around. Firstly, he parted the rigid butt cheeks and poked the muscular entrance, stroking and pressing it, massaging the area surrounding the hole. It was very clean, as Kayamu was naturally hygienic. Only the smell of his musk and sweat was there, to his pleasure. He inserted the finger very slowly, because the other told him he spent too much time alone, and his passage was not that used to any adventures in the last years.

But the reaction seemed positive. Kayamu contracted around his finger at first, but started relaxing in a few seconds. When he seemed already used to the intruder finger, Trenn started moving it, exploring the delicate walls; the garif delivered quiet and appreciative noises. He kept that for more than one minute, inserting more of his finger little by little until he found that special spot that all hume had, - and he soon discovered that the garif had too.

The contraction around his finger was strong, and the penis inside the sheath jumped.

"Now that we found another spot... I would like to know somewhere else to play with."

Kayamu was trying to keep his focus, looking at the ceiling of his hut. "You have... both hands full."

"I still have my tongue." Trenn licked his lips. "If you don't say anything, I'll just start making a mess with it."

"The... tip and... slit are very... ah... excitable..."

That was a little obvious, but it seemed important to the other. The vocabulary seemed out of place for a sex moment, but that was part of Kayamu's personality, or maybe a small limitation of his knowledge in hume's bad words.

Trenn approached his face, and gave a long lick through the entire sheath in front of him. The scent was different now, because the garif was really aroused, making the musk much stronger. He concentrated the licks at the tip of the sheath, the pink flesh surrounded by the fur, savoring the salty taste of his natural lubricant. It was very elastic, as he discovered the day before, letting his tongue slip in...

He licked the thin skin from the inside, dancing his tongue as much as he could. His lips touched the wet tip, in a lustful kiss, and he slipped deeper and deeper, until he found the glans of the cock.

Just a few seconds of this, and the constant massage on the knot made the cock spasm and launch the first jet of precome. Trenn was not prepared, a lots of it poured from the sides of his mouth, wetting the reddish fur. Kayamu contracted all his body, his hands tight by his sides; the finger inside his ass told the hume the huge strength of his muscles.

He will need a bath after this... I hope he's not angry with me with such delay.

The massage inside the pucker became for ferocious, teasing the prostrate and the walls around. His other hand pressed and caressed the knot, going up and down.

Kayamu grunted and groaned, much more vocal than the last time. He also started thrusting forward. Just when Trenn was feeling happy with his achievements, he felt the heavy hands around his head, trying to pull him out of the cock.

"Stop!... Stop!"

Almost sad, he left the sheath just at the moment another spray of pre hit the garif's belly, making a big mess. But his hands were still in place.

"Sorry, did I hurt you?"

"No. Quite the opposite, in fact. You're doing... incredibly well."

"So what's the problem?!"

"I'm afraid of hurting you. I can't stop moving..."

"Please, I can take care of myself. I believe you won't go that psycho just because you're aroused. I can deal with someone fucking my face, trust me." Trenn replied, recommencing his massage up Kayamu's ass and the squeeze motion of his knot. The other really had some strong instincts, because he started thrusting just as quickly.

"I'll do... the best... unf... I can do protect you."

"Please, relax! Let it be good to you." Trenn said, resolute.

"I... ARGH!" Kayamu groaned when the hume just returned to his sheath in full blast, licking his member and sucking at the hairy tip. Another shot of pre exploded inside his mouth, and he gulped everything, satisfied.

The member was getting too big to continue inside his pocket, poking a little at the entrance with his teardrop shaped head. Everything was covered in a thick layer of slicky pre. Well, with all the talking, I was not able to make him climax still inside there. He started to lick and suck the tip, pressing it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth. He did an experimentation biting very gently at the cock, and it jumped, while the garif thrusted with more violence against his face.

The sweat was all over his body, and the garif seemed really close to lose his resistance. His clawed hands rested on Trenn's head, keeping it in place, when he moved his hips upwards, with the strength of his legs. His grunts were now constant, as the leaking of his member, but sounding more like an animal than a man moaning in pleasure. Every time he growled more deeply, his member would shoot another load of pre, already soaking Trenn's chin and hands, his own body and part of the bed. With each contraction, his insides would press the finger moving there, intensifying the sensation. Even the clawed toes were curled and contracted.

Each move was getting more and more frantic by the minute. The knot was huge inside the hand teasing it, and the cock was jumping, while the garif could feel every muscle in his body tensing with the impending release. Trenn could feel the fingers pressing his head with great firmness, the claws scratching his scalp. But the feeling of power was much bigger than the pain... and also the feeling of hot, wet cock convulsing inside his mouth. The turgid head glared on his tongue, growing huge, the delicate borders brushing his teeth. It was hard to accommodate all that inside and keep moving, so he began bobbing his head up and down, licking the underside, and squeezing the member with his lips.

Now he could see the member, usually pink when they start the sex, now deep red. The urethra hole was gaping and pulsing, expelling the pre continuously, and the man inserted the tip of his tongue there, tickling the area with agile licks. Kayamu couldn't take it anymore. He pressed his hips upwards and lowered his hands with ferocious strength. All the body tensed, specially the ass around his finger. The cock on his hand got rock-hard, and the knot swelled wildly, and then began to beat and pulse with orgasmic rhythm. The garif cried as if in deep pain.

Trenn was able to gulp the first spurt when the second hit his mouth, but the third was too quick, and all of them too big to him, so his lips exploded with hot cum all over their bodies. He didn't stop with his moves. Kayamu couldn't resist, facing upwards, thrusting so hard and frenzied the hume knew he would feel the stiff neck a few hours later. For someone so cold and wary, this explosive and animalistic climax was really unexpected, and probably was the reason for his constant worries about having sex; while his body loved the sensations and instincts, his mind didn't want to lose the control.

The climax seemed longer than the one from the day before, and the garif was deeply shaken by his explosion of savagery. He removed Trenn's had and mouth from his cock, but the constant stimulus of his knot still made him pulse a few times, leaking cum over his already wet and dirty fur.

"Stop, now...!" he said, still fighting his urges, but seeming a bit more like himself. "I hope I... didn't..."

"I'm fine. That was fantastic!" The hume said, enthusiastically. "Make you cum is the perfectly thrilling. The only problem is that I'm still hard as fuck."

"Let me go." The garif ordered, serious, and the hume obeyed, letting go of the knot, and removing the finger still inside his butthole. A quiet moan from behind the mask accompanied these motions. Now that he could relax a little, the cock slipped free from the sheath, being almost completely exposed, except for the immense bulge of the knot.

The strong arms pulled the young body to the bed, sitting it just before him, and the clawed hands removed the pants swiftly, already painted with huge drops of pre, revealing the uncut member, moving with his accelerated heartbeats.

Kayamu used his own fluids to cover every inch of his hands, and there was enough of it to cover him until his elbows if necessary. The cum was thinner than hume's, just a bit less watery than the pre despite the strong taste, and much more abundant. He started massaging Trenn's member, his hand moving freely with all the natural lubricant. The young man started to moan, and his first shot of pre followed few seconds later.

The other hand started playing with his balls, but that was not their final destination; they traveled down, covering the sensitive area just behind the sack with a firm and skilled massage, before they reached the muscular entrance.

Trenn reclined on the bed, to further the touch and exploration of the area; his legs trembled, and he bit his lip in pleasure, his breath heavy, and his body covered in sweat and semen. The clawed finger slipped easily, without hurting him not even slightly, moving all around, and reaching every sensitive part. Kayamu was really cautious, and probably experienced doing that. The man panted when he reached the prostrate, and the massage there was intense.

Soon, the man was oozing his pre, making the hand around his cock even more soaked. The moves were not only up and down his cock, but also rotating and squeezing. The harsh surface of Kayamu's palm gave him delicious sensations, particularly when the fingers pressed and rubbed his head.

"Oh, man, you know how to do this..." he said, huffing, reaching for the shoulder before him to avoid falling from the end of the bed.

"As I said, we do this frequently. At least I did in the past."

"Were you... a bunch of horny garifs during your youth? And I'm not talking about the masks."

"Some of us are 'horny' trough the entire life." Kayamu replied.

Trenn jerked upwards, delivering another jet of precome that hit the garif's arm. "I hope you are one of those... so we can play while I'm here."

"I was pretty active, and just stopped when decided to live alone. Some habits are hard to give up, even after decades."

"I'm glad to hear that." Trenn grinned, but the pleasure forced him to grimace, like he was snarling. "I see you're still pretty awake there. How can you keep an erection after cumming so sorely?" He mentioned, looking at the cock still hard, red and flared before him. He brushed his finger playfully along the tip, teasing the slit again, and for his complete surprise, it opened quickly delivering a small jet, the member jumped and pulsed, escaping his hand. "Whoa! You're still--"

"We have differences, as you said before. They are many. But please, let me rest now..." Kayamu insisted with his calm voice, while his hands worked even harder milking Trenn, and teasing his ass.

"Fuck!... You're always teasing me! In all ways imaginable. I hope someday I can make you orgasm so hard you'll be flaccid again." He petted the red fur of Kayamu's neck.

"That would be inadvisable."

"Hah! You're admitting it's possible." Trenn felt triumphant. "So I hope I'll be here for enough time so you can trust me, and we can try that..."

He was getting really close. The thumb teasing his perineum was part of his weakness.

"You'll be here as long as you want."

That amazed Trenn, and he felt completely lost. Warm, welcome, touched, scared, grateful, nervous, and everything in between. A special spark ignited that day, and he was afraid of what that could mean, and result in the future.

That also made his nerves tingle with another wave of adrenaline, letting his body more sensitive, and weaker before the immense orgasm rocking him completely.

The second finger that entered his hole and moved through his insides probably had an important role in process, too.

He cried when he came, ejaculating so hard he covered Kayamu's chest with another layer of cum. The garif changed the position of his hand, forming a wet and warm hole around the tip with his hand, simulating a tight fuck while the hume humped him zealously. After what seemed an eternity, Trenn fell on the bed completely spent. Kayamu's hand continued caressing his gingerly, like someone would pet a small animal. His cum dripped from between the fingers.

"You're... the best person I have ever met." It was very hard to him to catch his breath after all this action.

"In that state, it's easy to feel and say that." Kayamu replied, with some rare humor in his tone. He would not believe Trenn, but the man knew it was not that simple. He was lucid enough, despite the best afterglow of his life.

~ - * - ~

They both bathed on the cold waters of the small lake near the river, when Trenn finally had enough strength on his trebling legs. He was feeling great and completely relaxed now. Kayamu seemed in good mood, too, and with the cold sensation, his erection was finally gone. The other lamented, quietly. They returned in silence, but the hume stroked the fur on the arm by his side.

The garif got dressed and prepared to leave. Trenn was by the door.

"Make a good trip. Be safe."

"I will."

The garif pulled the small cart with his goods, and Trenn followed him with his eyes until his silhouette disappeared among the hills. Just like that, with short words, and an important silence. The feeling inside him was both strange and familiar to him. He never met someone like Kayamu before; someone that excited his curiosity, imagination and his body with such intensity.

But Trenn already loved before.